Total pages in book: 116
Estimated words: 110089 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 550(@200wpm)___ 440(@250wpm)___ 367(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 110089 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 550(@200wpm)___ 440(@250wpm)___ 367(@300wpm)
I suck in air, gasping, my body on fire. The orgasm to end all orgasms hovers right there, out of my reach. As if my body is waiting for his command.
His gaze hasn’t left mine. Then his fingers tighten again, taking the air. My nails curve against the worn desk, but I don’t lift them. Not again. I can’t breathe. Approval fills his eyes. He marginally relaxes his hold. My very life is in his hand. One hand. “Beg me.”
The order barely permeates. “Please.” For air? For an orgasm? For life? Maybe for all three?
He stands and pulls me upright at the same time. “My jeans. Now.”
I’m like a robot, obeying commands. Can’t think. Can only feel. I release his button and pull down his zipper. He’s rock hard behind the jeans. Commando. I push them down as far as I can and he takes care of the rest, releasing my neck to tear off his shirt.
It occurs to me that I can move back.
He watches me as if reading my mind.
I don’t move. The long span of his chest, muscled and cut, fills my view. Bullet holes, a couple of them, knife wounds, and whip marks are evident. Beauty and death, all in front of me. The symbol of Malice Media is tattooed over the myriad of scars there.
He slides a hand between my legs, cupping my butt, and lifts me. With one hand. His other grasps my hips and flips me, leaving me on my hands and knees on the desk.
“Um.”
Grasping both of my hips, bruising me, he shoves inside me with one hard push. To the hilt. I cry out, pain and pleasure swamping me, his hands keeping me from falling forward.
He grasps my hair and jerks my head back, leaning over until his mouth is at my ear. “One sound only from you. My name. Only. Understand?”
Tears fill my eyes. If he doesn’t start moving, I will plan his death. With a lot of pain. I’m smart enough not to say that. “Yes.”
“Say it.” That hand releases my hair and wraps around my neck, his thumb tight against my trachea.
“Justice,” I moan.
He starts to move then, hard, in and out, hammering with full control, one hand on my hip yanking me back into him. The other hand stays in place. Controlling my breathing. My life.
The pounding is loud in the small office, flesh against flesh. Electricity zings through me, and I’m helpless in his grip. Slowly, his fingers tighten. I’m climbing, so fast, so hard, but I can’t breathe.
My vision darkens from the edges. I dig my hands into the desk, trying to push against him. To breathe. I’m so close.
He releases my neck and I explode. I scream his name, live wires edged with barbed wire uncoiling inside me, ripping through every nerve, taking me over. My head drops as the fire-tipped waves pummel through me, taking me somewhere else. Don’t know where. I shudder wildly, coming down, just as he clamps himself deep inside me, his body jerking behind me.
I gasp in air, panting, tears sliding from my eyes.
He stops. Still inside me.
Wow. Just wow. What just happened?
He withdraws and turns me over, facing him, my butt on the old desk. My body jerks in aftershocks. One broad hand grasps my neck, gently this time, as he leans over and pulls me to him, placing a kiss on my trembling mouth. He looks primal, like an animal stripped to its nature, appeased. For now. “You’re never leaving me again. Tell me you understand.”
“Justice—”
He cuts off my air and then relents. “Tell me.”
He’s demanding forever. Not giving me a choice. I know who he is. Do I want to go back to life without him? Without this? Oh, he scares the shit out of me, but when the bullets were flying earlier, he ran through them to get to me. To protect me.
“I’ll keep you safe, Ella. Anybody comes for you, they die and they die bloody. Hard. You’re mine.” It’s like he can read my mind. His grip is still there. Enough to remind me. “I’m not going back. Neither are you. I’m also not waiting for you to reason it out. Now tell me.”
I lick my lips and enjoy how his eyes flare. I’m ready to take a chance. A risk. I don’t want to be alone anymore. I don’t want to be without him. “Fine, but I want romance. Fun. True partnership where you completely let me in.” My mouth is running now, and I hope I’m being clear with what I want and need. I figure this is the only chance I’ll get to make sure he understands. “I want it all, Justice.” All of him? Yeah, I’ll take that.
“You can have it all. Your place is here. With me.”
“Okay.” I exhale slowly. I haven’t had a place in way too long, and this one is seriously sexy. “Also, once in a while, I want gentle.”